my expression

i am around only for a short

time to express clearly

and tenderly my love

death

i am choosing a death
of my own plans and
the quiet beauty of it is so humbling

For You

 I love the way

You simplify me

to breath and movement

and desire

For You.

your love

& now
somehow
i'm not thinking about my imperfections
no
i'm thinking about you
i'm thinking about
your love
& a miracle is happening
somehow
this opening, this love
is the remedy
that is healing even the residue of
those deep cuts

wind

this rushing
this wind
took this shell
shook this shell
and awakened
a desire
reverberating back
to your heart

i am shaking and
waking and wanting your love
more
and more

so breathe
so dance
so fling open your longing
'cause i
am yours

all things new

i remember when you spoke to me
and i
without question
because of love
(because of love!)
forgot my inabilities
forgot who i'm not
and felt fully the intense delight of who
you said i am

feed my heart
feed my spirit
i'm not satisfied yet

need

wall

the light

find the light
i heard you say
over and over
it was a rhythm
it was a song
a part of my breathing and
ultimately my heart

i traced the freckles on my hand back to
the dirt
i made my home in the familiarity of
the known
what i see
everyday mundane
my thinking, my perceiving

but finally finally
i looked up
and so
i flung open
all words and melody cleansing 
and so
i found you.

sincere

push & pull

the business

it seems

blackout

keep going

push forward

falling

for such a thing

falling into the world

of hunger and disappointment

the grit and ache of

fitting together  all the frayed

bits

falling
into the embrace

connected to

a touch that heals

a depth that satisfies

the falling

falling falling

into

pain

into

love.

a prayer

give me a
heart
  that is not afraid

to yearn

the melody

I traced your lips

  singing the same

               melody

 and I

 found

 the tears

             of

 feeling more

       than this life can
                        hope to satisfy

 that truth

      —a hollowness

       in this body,

       a shaking like none other,

       a weariness resonating

           the steady invitation 

                     for more